RITUAL OF THE ONE WHO STAYS: POETRY GATHERED

Orchids happen. Their colorful and explosive madness is quite an event, in the treetops where they lodge or in the spectacular arrangements that are advertised on Instagram -which reach the tables of our homes to be exhibited in all their splendid and wild expansion for more or less modest payments at the reach of a click-.
Something like that happens with poems. Poems happen in the wildest phrases uttered between whispers of love or discussion tables in the heat of a mezcal and a delicious plate of chapulines with guacamole, or in the most careful and attentive books that reach the spaces where we breathe and write about life, literature, dreams, the world, utopias, love and, very particularly, in what strategies to establish to disrupt categories and make possible other ways of conceiving and imagining; not only from language and reasoned/reasoned coexistence, but from our wildest desires for freedom, to be birds, orchids or telephone calls.
Maricela Guerrero Reyes